Me.
My enemy.
Caught in this debris.
Both thinking, \"What does madness mean to me?\"
Sink.
No time to think.
Reaction comes to gain.
Sending a message to the Family.
Here.
Just like a rat.
In all this piss and sweat.
Carving out dreams into the walls.
Paint.
I need to see.
What are you showing me?
What is this harrowing reality?
Crave.
Pave me a way.
Make me a brighter day.
Slowly turn into my enemy.
Free.
Now we\'re both free.
To another reality.
With all the same decay it seems.